The day before Jacaerys and Lucerys were to be sent as messengers, the weight of their mission already loomed over them. In the dim light of the castle's library, Jacaerys sat with you, his betrothed, both of you acutely aware of the dangers that awaited the two brothers as they ventured out on their dragons amidst the escalating war.

The library was a sanctuary for you both, a place where the noise of the outside world faded into the background, leaving only the quiet rustle of pages and the comforting scent of aged parchment. Jacaerys' expression was pensive as he traced the spine of an ancient tome, his thoughts far from the dusty volumes surrounding him.

"You know what we have to do tomorrow." he began, breaking the silence. His voice was steady, but you could hear the underlying tension.